( Characteristically brazen, she surges nearer, taking the hesitant hand and guiding it to her shoulder. Her own touch slides delicately around her waist. )
Right there.
By instinct, both arms come to rest around Kaydel’s waist, drawing her in securely. The fabric over her shoulder dampens, and she raises a hand to cradle the back of the other’s skull, bending to press her cheek into soft strands.
“It’s alright,” she murmurs, repeats whenever+
Kaydel crumbles into more sobs as Rey collects the tears before they even have the chance to rolls down her cheeks with the pad of her thumb. She takes a few steps toward the Jedi and wraps loose arms around her while burying her face into the other’s shoulder. More tears>>
Her grasp shifts, sliding from the back of her head to cup her face, thumb tracing the curve of her cheek. An urge to seal the space remaining between her own mouth and Kaydel’s occurs, throws a sheet of velvet-soft adoration over the surface of her eyes.+